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The quiet between the raindrops
<p>The room glowed with the soft light of a single lamp. Outside, rain whispered against the windows, but inside, time seemed to slow. Elena stood by the window, the silk of her slip clinging to her skin&nbsp;damp from a recent shower. The scent of jasmine still lingered in the air.</p><p>When Daniel entered, he didn’t speak. His eyes met hers, holding something unspoken, electric. He stepped closer, and the space between them dissolved. His hand brushed her arm—slow, deliberate. She shivered, not from cold, but from anticipation.</p><p><br></p><p>He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “You’re breathtaking.” His fingers traced her spine, then settled at the small of her back. She tilted her head, inviting the kiss she knew was coming. When it did, it was soft—then hungrier. Their bodies molded together, breath syncing, heat rising.</p><p><br></p><p>She guided him to the couch, lips never parting for long. Fingers explored, memorizing textures, curves, the rhythm of longing. Clothes slipped away like secrets, revealing the honesty of skin and touch. Each moment built upon the last, slow and burning.</p><p><br></p><p>The rain grew heavier, but they only heard each other—the breathless whispers, the quiet laughter, the undeniable pull between them. The world could&nbsp;</p><p>wait.</p><p><br></p>

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